To the Thoughts Between Breaths


I cannot decide if I am in love with you or the moment
But now I am following the rise of your chest and it reminds me
Of the way a sea breeze will gently fly across your face,
Caressing the small pores along your cheek
While the birds harking in the sky soar high and far
Far from us, don't listen to them
And I can't help but stare at you
As your glasses
Slide down
Your fore
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